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[thewindything]

[So you thought you'd escaped the excitement of April Fools. A place like camp heralds the date like the end of times. When you're in a camp full of ADHD half-gods and 75% of them are the worst kind of tricksters it's only natural to build your own safe house and live underground untilt he dust cleared.]

[It would be about 7pm and a little after dinner that camp would get at least one more surprise.]

[And that would be the sound of a purple and blue shaped missile rocketing through the skies. It could have been written off as a weird low flying plane until it changed course very suddenly and nose dived towards camp.]

[John Egbert had been on the run for a good week before he made a last ditch effort to fly the rest of the way back to the island. When he was able to finally spot Half-Blood Hill passing under him... well. He was always told he needed to work on his landings.]

[He nose-dived, plummeting through the tops of a few trees and finally gracelessly crashing through the roof of Hecate Cabin.]

[The rest of camp will be notified by this event by the sounds of explosions and fireworks going off from the rupture of all of the cabin's cursed stones.]

[+ One lost Son of Jupiter. Happy April Fools!]

Comments

[tsunbird]

[He somehow tilts his head even farther at an angle. Ankh stop you're going to snap your head off one of these days.]

[He straightens up when John emerges, raising his eyebrows and tipping his head the other way in a quirk, not unlike a bird. He blinks, slowly.]

I hear living longer than an average lifespan isn't all it's cracked up to be.

[thewindything]

The Gods seem to get a kick out of it.

[Don't worry, he's probably still concussed and isn't picking up on you being an enigmatic asshole.]

Who are you? Don't think I've seen you before.

[He's in camp right? He looks around, as if to reassure himself.]

[tsunbird]

Then maybe you would, too.

[Something like a laugh.]

That makes two of us, doesn't it? [Yes he just completely ignored your question.]

[thewindything]

[John gives Ankh a look somewhere between annoyed and suspicious. He's almost certain he actually crashed into camp, but he has no idea who this guy is.]

Well, yeah. So, who the hell are you?

[tsunbird]

[By this point, he's been around a few days and has gotten used to people asking who he is. He shifts his weight to one foot, tipping his head to the side.]

Ankh. And you?

[thewindything]

John. John Egbert. Have you been in camp for very long? Geez, I don't even know how long I was captured. What day is it?

[tsunbird]

The day of the Fool, which seems to suit you just fine. I've been here a few days.

[thewindything]

Oh, haha. Let's laugh at the asshole who fell through the roof on April Fool's day. You're just lucky I wasn't actually here for the holiday.

[But wait, let's back up.]

Shit, I've been gone for two months.

[tsunbird]

[His eyebrows raise, but he refrains from asking if that's a threat.] The night is still young.

"Gone"? You were here before and left involuntarily?

[thewindything]

That's usually what kidnapped means, yeah.

There was a huge battle here two months ago. A bunch of real nasty wolves got in lead by Lycaon who is also real nasty and a huge jerk. He also works for Gaea who is kind of trying to destroy the world.

I was on the front lines and got captured.

[tsunbird]

[He tilts his head a bit, squinting.]

...So things do get interesting here periodically. Monsters can be lead inside the barriers?

[thewindything]

The barrier isn't a prefect security system and sometimes shit slips in through the cracks. We were having a bad week, what can I say.

[tsunbird]

[A grin pulls at the corner of his mouth.]

I'll keep that in mind.